Life Is A Journey

Poem By Temitayo Ankra

life they say, is the essence of living
living they say, is the essence of life
life thus, is a journey, that we live through
in the journeys we make, we are faced by the reality of brute
in the reality of brute, we come face to face with our fairy tales
in our fairy tales we get to learn from our experiences
in our experiences whether sweet or bitter, we learn to live by
and face the opportunities tomorrow brings.
with the opportunities of tomorrow we survive
when we survive, the damaged things we revive,
and the reconstructions we live by.
Life can be beautiful, life can be sweet
if only we live by her rules,
then life would treat us fairly,
and we would walk back home at the end of this journey
whether long or short, whether good or bad
back to where we all belong
to the great beyond.
Life indeed is a long way home.

Comments about Life Is A Journey

Life is just a chance to grow a soul.All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out. One should live frugally on surprise....A beautiful poem....
'Life indeed is a long way home.' beautiful conclusion.
Great! ! a true revelation of life.


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